Page 40 of Bite
That thought should make me feel cheap. Instead, it makes me ache.
He bends low between my thighs, his breath feathering against skin that suddenly feels too exposed, too sensitive. There’s a soft pop, then his fangs pierce, sinking in.
A bolt of pleasure detonates like lightning, zipping up my spine and pooling molten in my belly. I gasp so loud it startles even me. My fingers thread into his silvery hair without thought, anchoring him there, pulling him closer.
My blood rushes to greet him, and so does everything else inside me. Heat floods between my legs, my panties damp within seconds, core pulsing with frantic need. A neck bite was overwhelming enough, butthis– his mouthhere, so close to where I crave it most– it’s next level.
He groans against my skin, the sound vibrating up through my thigh and unraveling me further. He drinks slowly, each pull dragging me deeper into the fire sparking in every nerve ending. My head falls back against the cushions, a ragged moan slippingfree before I can catch it. Heat climbs my body in waves, licking higher, leaving me panting for more.
Then, just as abruptly as it began, it ends. His fangs retract, leaving me hollow and desperate. His tongue sweeps over the twin wounds, soothing and claiming in the same motion. When his gaze lifts, locking with mine, it’s glacial. Sharp and unyielding.
I’m left squirming under that stare, chest heaving, body crying out for something–anything– to finish what he started.
“Did you enjoy that,mea dulcis?” he murmurs as he retracts his fangs, his deep voice rumbling against my skin. He inclines his head, studying me for a long moment. “You look like you need relief.”
A helpless whimper escapes me as I wriggle my hips, my body answering with ahell yes.
His blue eyes glint with something wicked. “Show me where you ache,” he coaxes.
With trembling fingers, I lift my dress that last inch, baring the scandalous scrap of black lace stretched across my mound.
His pupils flare, eyes devouring the sight. He’s looking at me like I’ve just laid myself out on a sacrificial altar, my body his new religion. A flush prickles across my cheeks, but I can’t look away.
His fingers ghost up my inner thigh until they hover at the edge of the lace, eyes lifting to lock with mine as his thumb presses right against my clit through the fabric. “Here?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, the word catching on a shaky exhale.
He hums, the sound rich with amusement. “So eager.” A sinful smirk tugs at his mouth as he circles my clit, pressure exact and merciless. Pleasure ripples outward in sharp waves as his thumb moves with deliberate precision. “Tell me, Taylor… have you ever been intimate with a vampire?”
“N-no,” I whisper, breath splintering into short, desperate pants.
His eyes flash like lightning, hunger sparking bright.He likes that answer.“We’ll have to work you up to it,” he declares, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Vampires have certain… gifts that enhance the experience.” His thumb stills for one heart-stopping moment before he adds, “Like speed.”
His thumb starts moving faster– so fast it blurs, the vibration making my entire body jolt. White-hot pleasure spikes through me, shocking in its intensity.
“Oh my god,” I choke out, arching off the sofa, hands fisting tight in the hem of my dress.
“God has no place here, little mortal,” he chuckles, tongue darting out to lap up a stray drop of blood from my inner thigh while his thumb maintains that impossible rhythm. “Only devils.”
The words shred me. My thighs quake, my back bows, a ragged cry tears from my throat. My orgasm crashes over me so fast it’s terrifying, a tidal wave I can’t outrun. I unravel beneath his touch, trembling and gasping, every sound wrenched raw.
But he doesn’t stop.
Even as I convulse, even as my thighs snap together to trap his hand, his thumb keeps up its relentless rhythm. One climax bleeds straight into another, my body dragged mercilessly higher. The room tilts, my vision swims, tears streak down my temples.
“Please,” I sob, fingernails digging into the hard muscle of his arm. “It’s too much, too much–”
My pleas break apart into incoherent moans as another shattering wave drowns me. Only when my body goes slack, twitching and overstimulated, does his pace finally slow.
I collapse against the velvet cushions, boneless and completely wrung out. My chest heaves like I’ve just run amarathon. My eyes squeeze shut as I struggle to come back into myself, then slowly flutter open again.
He’s watching me. Studying me like something rare and fragile, his fascination edged with a dangerous hunger. His hand drifts down my thigh again in a slow, proprietary caress.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, lips curling into a smug grin.
Embarrassment floods my face, the rush of shame stinging sharper than the aftershocks of pleasure. I’m laid out before him, flushed and panting, legs spread wide. And while I know I signed up for this, I gave in far too easily. One touch– over my panties, even– and he shattered me like glass. Like I’m some naïve virgin rather than a woman who should damn well know better.
James smooths down the hem of my dress, tucking me back into decency as if I’m his to arrange. “Welcome home,” he drawls, fingers lightly brushing my knee.
